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I looked down at him. He was staring at me, scanning my face for any signs that I couldn't take it. That made me feel a bit better; he knew what he was doing. Like when we were kids, Gareth would look after me. I pushed down a bit further and this time about an inch of him slid into me. I gasped with the feel of it entering my bowels, penetrating my guts. It was so hot, like a poker. The pain was excruciating.

He said, "You okay, Seb? Just let me know..."

I closed my eyes and panted for breath.

He kept on at me, "Seb, mate, are you okay? What's up?"

I struggled to open my eyes against the pain. I looked down at his face: he looked so concerned, so alarmed. He seemed so worried about me that I smiled. I said, "Jesus. I see what you mean about gay guys who don't like you to fuck them..."

He maintained his anxious expression. His deep blue eyes stared up at me. "Do you want me to pull it out? You've gone totally limp, Seb. What do you want me to do?"

I laughed. "Come on, Gazz. Calm down. It's not like I'm in agony. It just takes some getting used to."

"How's it feel though? I mean, does it feel wrong? If it does, I'll pull it out."

I laughed again. His face was so appealing, so upset by the fact I wasn't able to instantly enjoy this. I said, "It hurts like fuck as if you hadn't realised. But I'll go with it. I'm not giving up just yet."

He continued to stare up at me. "But does it feel... you know... 'wrong'?"

I laughed again. "No! It feels good, Gazz. You know - natural." It actually felt slightly weird, being perched above my brother's erect cock, slowly pushing myself down onto it. My own cock was now almost totally limp and hung down over my balls looking about four or five inches long.

Gareth didn't look convinced so I tried to help him out a bit. "Look, mate. If I'd have had to choose a guy to be the one to fuck my arse first, it would have always been you. Even before I knew you were gay."

That seemed to please him. He smiled and I felt his cock stiffen inside me.

I said, "Whoa... that felt good!" I'm not sure that it did, but the fact I said it did seemed to help relax him.

He grinned broadly, exposing his beautiful white teeth. "Yeah, it's a nice feeling isn't it? Feeling a guy's cock move around inside you..."

His cock seemed to swell again and I realised how desperately he wanted to fuck me. He knew it wasn't exactly a typical "brotherly" thing for us to be doing, and as the elder of us probably felt more guilty that he'd allowed us to get into this. But his cock was rock hard inside me, his eyes were alive with excitement and his cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. He was getting what he'd fantasized about for years: his little brother's arse feasting on his cock.

I pushed down again and another inch or so slid into me. We both heard me fart and I felt embarrassed.

I said, "Jesus. Sorry, mate." Gareth kept caressing my sides, from under my armpits down to the sides of my buttocks. He whispered, "Don't worry about it. It happens." He held my hips and gently eased me another inch or so down onto his cock.

My arse made another noise and I guess I went a bit red. I said, "Sorry... I can't help it..."

Gareth smiled and kept caressing my arse cheeks, from inside my hot sweaty cleft to the smooth skin of my hips. He whispered, "It's your arse, Seb...it's gonna do that. Don't even think about it.. it's just something that happens when two guys fuck..."

He gripped my hips again and pushed me down further, impaling me onto his cock. I gasped with the sensation of it entering me, widening me. It felt like most of it was inside me and I reached down to find out.

I pushed my fingers beneath my balls and felt the thick, wet rod of Gareth's cock poking straight upwards from his bush of short curly pubes. I followed it upwards, feeling the slick veined stem pressing between my arse cheeks, and realised that about five inches of it wasn't yet inside me. I reached further upwards and felt my anus, stretched tight around his shaft, gripping his cock like a tiny mouth.

He watched my face as I felt around my invaded hole, obviously amused by my curiosity. He eased his hips upwards, pushing more of his cock into me, and I felt my anus pucker and dilate as it accepted him. It sort of slurped him up, like my arse was sucking in his cock.

He smiled. "Feels weird, doesn't it?"

I said, "Kind of...disgusting..."

He shook his head but kept smiling. "No. Your arse is beautiful... it could never be disgusting..."

I laughed a little. "I guess you get used to the sights and sounds..."

He said, "It's not just that. I just couldn't find your arse disgusting. You're my brother; it would be like finding my own arse disgusting..."

I thought about that and nodded. We'd known each other all our lives. Messed around together when we kids; when we were teenagers. Nudity and bodily functions were never an issue. Of course we'd be okay about that kind of stuff now. In many ways, we made ideal lovers; we knew each other inside out. I took my fingers from his cock and he slid another inch or so of it into me.

I gasped and he did too.

His cock seemed to fill my insides: my arsehole was stretched so much that it felt like it would never recover and my bowels were almost excruciatingly hot as they clamped around it. It felt like his cock was reaching up through my body; felt like it was skewering my guts all the way up to my chest. I pushed down again with a grunt and another fart.

He said, "How's it feel to do this... to be riding your big brother's cock...?"

I grinned. "It hurts like fuck...and I don't think I'll be shitting right for a few weeks... but it's okay..."

Gareth smiled and then gripped my hips more firmly. He withdrew an inch or so of his cock from me and then slid it back inside. I gasped loudly with pain from it. He stopped and looked up at me, concerned.

I said, wincing, "No...go on..."

He did it again and then again; raising and lowering his hips to fuck my arse as he held it above him. He took up a gentle rhythm and closed his eyes from the pleasure of doing it. It felt kind of bizarre to be held steady while he lay beneath me and pushed himself in and out of my arsehole, but once I got past the burning sensation of his cock sliding through my bowels, I started to appreciate what we were doing. I felt my cock lengthen a little.

Beginning to pant with the excitement of what we were doing, he whispered, "Now I'm fucking you, Seb...Jesus.. it feels so good..."

His rhythm began to increase as he realised I could I take it. His breathing was also quickening and I saw a film of sweat was coating his brow. I relaxed my arse completely, starting to enjoy the sensation of him sliding in and out of me. The fact that this was Gareth, my older brother, who was enjoying my body so much, heightened my pleasure: it was good to see him like this, panting and sweating, in act of brotherly sex. For me to see him like this, and to be the cause of his enjoyment, seemed a natural and essential new dimension to our relationship.

I pushed him down onto the mattress so that his hips fell still and started thrusting my arse up and down on his cock. By now, about seven inches of it must have been inside me and I slammed myself down onto it with rapid, breathless, strokes. My cock bobbed around in front of me, beginning to stiffen more prominently but still limp enough to dance around and slap my stomach with each thrust.

Gareth gasped, "Ah... Jesus..."

The air between us filled rapidly with a thick, anal odour: the smell of my arse as Gareth's cock pounded in and out of it. It was musky, sweaty and mildly pungent. I looked down at Gareth, but he seemed oblivious: maybe this was normal when guys were having sex; maybe he just didn't regard it as an issue.

Gareth started thrusting upwards again, in time with my own rhythm. His balls kept touching my arse cleft as he pushed into me; mine kept banging down onto his stomach as I slammed downwards onto him. Gasping for breath, he grunted, "I'm not gonna last much longer..."

I looked down at him and saw that he was staring at my cock, now almost fully hard and arching upwards again. He reached for it and began masturbating it quickly and clumsily. Despite his roughness, it brought a new edge my pleasure. He managed to blurt out, his voice almost a whisper, "I always wanted to do this... ever since we were kids... I used to dream about fucking you... used to feel so dirty about it..."

I pushed his hand aside and started masturbating myself, using long rapid strokes to milk the pleasure from my cock. It seemed to change the sensation of him being inside me: the pain seemed to disappear and my arse felt cosily and comfortably full with his cock rather than feeling as if it was being invaded by him. It actually began to feel nice. I asked, through my own panting, "When... when did you dream about it...?"

"All the fucking time... rom about fourteen... I thought there was something wrong with me... used to get a hard on... from just touching the seat of a chair... where you'd been sitting..."

I laughed. I was enjoying hearing this: I'd had no idea.

He struggled to continue as his orgasm neared. "And your cock...Iwas fucking... obsessed by it...I wanted you to fuck me...was fucking desperate for it..."

"I could get into that..."

"You and me, Seb...we'll do it...you've gotta fuck me..."

I had an image of the two of us together again: this time I was on his back, bent over him, with my arms around his chest and my cock banging in and out of his arse. Him feeling his brother's cock filling his insides; feeling the heat of my semen splashing into him. His feeling what I was feeling now.

My cock started spurting a fountain of cum as Gareth grunted and bucked beneath me in his climax. Mine splashed over his chest, from his neck to his stomach, as I felt his dribbling down the insides of my thighs. Even when I felt my orgasm subsiding I kept using my arse to milk his cock, still pushing myself up and down on him until I felt his squirting cease completely and his cum stopped trickling out of me.

When we'd both stopped, after we'd spent ourselves, I just sat on top of him, feeling the texture of his cock begin to change inside, and we looked at each other. Then we laughed.

He said, "I can't believe we did that..."

I pulled myself off his cock and we both heard a sloppy farting sound from my arse as it withdrew from me. By now I wasn't at all embarrassed. I got off the bed and smiled at him. "It was your fault. You're the elder. I'm just young and impressionable, just doing what my big brother tells me."

His face became serious. "Don't say that. It's not funny."

"Come on, Gareth. You know I don't think that. We were both up for it."

I walked over to my sink and pulled a tissues from the box. I threw them over to him so he could wipe my semen from his chest. He sat up and threw me an intense look. "We shouldn't have done it. You're right. I should have stopped us."

"Come on, Gazz. I have absolutely no regrets and I'm the one who's supposedly straight..."

He wiped a few splashes of cum from his neck. "Yeah. That's the point. I'm gay. I led it. It's my fault."

"It's no-one's fault. There isn't a 'fault' -"

The door opened and Thomo came in. We hadn't remembered to lock it; hadn't even thought about it.

He said, "Jesus it stinks in here. What the fuck have you guys been up to?"

I snapped at him. "Can't you fuckin' knock?"

He looked over at Gareth, sitting up on my bed and wiping the cum from his chest, and laughed. "Have you been wazzin' off?"

Gareth just glared. I think I threw him a fairly dirty look too.

Thomo tried to appease us. "No, no - I'm not... like... having a go. I just think it's cool that you guys are so laid back around each other. It just makes me wish I had a brother..."

I crouched down to put the KY and stuff back into the cupboard and said, "Yeah. Gazza's had a wank. That's what the smell is..."

Thomo shook his head. "Naah. It's kind of a shitty smell...like someone's arse." Then he laughed and said, in a headmistress voice, "What has been going on in here?" His laugh died off into silence and sounded vacuous; irritating.

I pushed him aside to pull a pair of fresh briefs out of my drawer. Gareth finished wiping himself off and stood up.

Thomo said, "Anyway, I just came in to tell you Kaz phoned. She said you must have your mobile switched off."

I muttered, "Oh yeah" and bent over to pull on my briefs.

Thomo continued, "I told her I'd get you to -"

He stopped talking and I turned to see what was up. He was staring at my arse. I realised he could see my arsehole and how it must look. It felt huge as if it was gaping open like a wound. It probably looked like the arsehole of the guy with the tunnel who Gareth had mentioned earlier. Thomo looked at my face. He looked embarrassed. I guess I did to. I pulled on my briefs and turned to face him.

He said, "Anyway, I said you'd call."

I nodded. "I'll have a shower first." I picked up some things and headed off to the shower. Thomo followed me into the bathroom.

He closed the door and asked, "Are you all right?"

I said, "Why do you ask?"

"You've got blood on the back of your briefs. And down the tops of your thighs."

I tried to look impassive but I felt my face get hot as my embarrassment became uncontainable. I said, "I've got a problem - a medical thing. I'm taking pills."

He nodded.

I went on, "It's totally embarrassing -"

He interrupted me, "Yeah, sorry... I wouldn't have said anything but -"

I said, "Don't mention it to anyone... I'm getting it seen to... it's getting a lot better..."

"Good." He paused and then laughed again. "For a minute there I thought you guys had been shagging or something..."

I threw him a disgusted look and snapped, "Come on, Thomo. He's my fucking brother..."

He threw me a strange look. Like I'd over-reacted. "Yeah. Just my little joke, you know..."

I realised that I looked like I was being too uptight about things and so pretended to laugh. It looked about as convincing as the 'pills' story had been.

While I was showering, Gareth came into the room and shouted over through the closed curtain that he was going.

I asked, "Going where?"

"Going back to London."

"Don't be daft, Gazz. You haven't even showered."

There was a pause and then he said, "I feel a bit screwed up, Seb. About what we did. And that wanker knows. You could tell."

I rinsed my hair and turned off the shower. Then I grabbed my towel and put it around my waist. Looking back, I don't know why I did that: after what we'd just done it was odd that I so quickly became uncomfortable by the idea of being naked around him. I opened the curtain and looked at him. He looked really upset; not like he'd been crying or anything, just deeply troubled and very serious.

He said, "We shouldn't have done that. We're fucking brothers..."

"Yeah, that's the problem." I laughed but he didn't.

I wiped any signs of amusement from my face. He wasn't in the mood.

I said, "Look, Gazz. It's no big deal."

"But it is a big deal. It's a fucking big deal. It's not what people do, Seb. It's not what brothers do. You don't turn up to a family reunion and expect to find your uncles screwing each other in the gents..."

The door opened and Kaz peered in. She said, "There you are - I've been trying to call."

I guess we both looked stunned.

She smiled. "Well, aren't you going to ask how I am?"

Gareth and I both said, "How are you?" together. Mechanically, like a couple of robots who'd been commanded to do so.

She laughed, perhaps a little uncomfortably, and said, "A lot better, actually. I needed some stuff, Seb. I tried to call. Anyway, I went out to get it myself."

I said, "We weren't up..."

She looked at her watch. "It's three o'clock... what were you guys doing last night...?"

Gareth said, "Look - I've gotta go..."

Kaz looked upset. "But we didn't really meet. Not properly. You can hang around for a couple of hours, can't you?"

Gareth shook his head. "Not really. Something came up. A mate in London. A problem. I've gotta go..."

Kaz looked over at me. I nodded. "Yeah - it's something important. I'm just gonna walk him down to the station..."

Kaz said, "Come on, Seb. I think your brother can find his own way to the station."

Gareth looked at me. I said to Kaz, "Yeah, but, you know... it's his first time in Southampton..."

Kaz turned to Gareth and asked him, "Do you really need Seb to hold your hand or can you remember the way?"

Gareth smiled and said, "I'll be fine. I better go." He turned and walked out.

I ran out after him; he was already at the door of the flat. "No, wait. I'll get ready and show you where to catch a bus. It'll save you walking..."

Kaz interrupted. "Come on, Seb. I think Gareth can just about look after himself."

I turned to her, about to say something, and heard Gareth leave through the door. I wanted to get ready and go after him but Kaz kept going on at me about why I'd switched off my mobile and why I hadn't woken up until so late in the afternoon. In the end, I thought I'd leave him to his own devices. It might be best to give him a bit of time to cool off. That's what I thought.

I tried to call him later that evening, but one of the guys in his house said he'd got back and then gone out again. I tried again the following evening and the guy who answered said he'd go and fetch him. But, after a delay of a few minutes, the guy came back onto the line and said that, while he'd thought he'd seen Gareth come in he had, in fact, been mistaken. Sorry.

I didn't manage to see him, or even speak to him, throughout the summer. During the fortnight in July I went home, Gareth apparently decided to go up to visit his mate in Newcastle and so wasn't around at all.

I sent him a postcard from Benidorm, where I went out for a holiday. I just wrote, "Hope we're still mates, Gazz. Miss you a lot - hope you can get in touch. Seb." I didn't get a reply.

I didn't hear from him during my next term at Uni and by then was starting to think he really didn't want anything more to do with me.But then, that following Christmas, it proved to be impossible for him to avoid me. And that's where the story continues... ----- Feedback (good or bad!): sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk Website containing all Seb's stories: http://stories.remoworld.net